in a state of wishing

I'm a light sleeper, but a heavy dreamer.

[jumbleofpassions]

I wonder if there's a secret current that connects people who have lost something. Not in the way that everyone loses something, but in the way that undoes your life, undoes your self, so that when you look at your face it isn't yours anymore.

Nina LaCour, We Are Okay

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[itsthesmallthing]

Sweater weather|Blue Denim

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[quietlifeofroy]

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning. Photo by Roy van Creij https://www.pinterest.com/msrbojangles

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[birdasaurus]

Tina Hu

[thequotejournals]

The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via thequotejournals)

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